Chapter 29
London, UK
Charles
AFTER WE HAD the rental van loaded, we climbed in and were on our way. I was driving and Philip was in the passenger seat. Mason and Angela were in the seats behind us, and the boys occupied the third bench seat. To my surprise, we weren’t particularly cramped.
I handed Philip the map and said, “Navigate, please,” and I drove cautiously out of London.
“Have you driven on the wrong side of the road before this?” Angela said.
“Two or three times in the past few years,” I said. “After a while you sort of get used to it. The only time I’ve ever had a problem has been when I let myself get panicked. When that happens, old habits kick in and you find yourself driving as though you were back home.”
“Then don’t let yourself get panicked,” Philip said.
“Just do
